White light blinds my eyes and sears my brain with pain. I’m not insane, but sometimes I feign, by: -Driving fast on the lane -Winter trips taken to Maine -Walking slow in the rain -Washing dishes down the drain If you … Continue reading
Plucking a small red apple off the tree She held it aloft, observing its smooth skin A soft breeze fluttered the hem of her dress In that moment, she was awake
Carpet of copper needles Columns of hardy pine Your space is impressive Still liquid pool mirrors Azure ceilings arch above You may enter in your shoes, but please obey the house rules.
On foggy mountain, I’m a mystery. Grounded, I’m the unknowing.